It Wasn't Meant To Be, A TwilightxBTS Crack!Fic

Guilt

I thought I was done for.

When I came home I was under the impression that he had somehow found out about the motorcycles. His arms were crossed, eyes ready to brace a storm. I nearly confessed, until he asked me the theoretical question that Jessica had asked when I walked to the biker gang. I thought it would have been enough to go out with Jessica, but seeing as it was Jessica I should have known she would have snitched me out to Charlie.

 Small towns suck.

 I had only agreed to therapy so that Charlie would get off my back. I'd pretend that everything was fine. I thought Dr. Gerandy would be my shrink. He had been there that night when they found me in the woods and had called me catatonic, so it made sense to me that he would be the one who would assess me. 

When the door opened I was met with a lithe middle-aged man. He held a tray with two cups and a teapot, laying it on the table.

"That should do it," he muttered under his breath.

 "Where's Dr. Gerandy?"

"Hm? Oh Dr. Gerandy felt like it was a conflict of interest so I stepped in. Would you like some brown rice tea? It's not everyone's favourite, but it taste bad enough to some that they would drink it to get out of here."

I grimaced. "Dr... What is your name?"

"Dr. Min."

"Dr. Min, I would rather not be here. If you could diagnose me and whatever, it will be best for the both of us."

Dr. Min raised his eyebrow. "So, you admit you have something to diagnose?"

I clenched my fist.

 "No, I –" I didn't know how to explain myself. 

"Bella – may I call you Bella? Isabella feels a bit formal."

Reluctantly, I said yes. Giving him my nickname made it too personal.

"Bella, do you know why you are here?"

"Charlie is worried."

"And why is he worried?"

"Because I don't go out when I do."

"It's a little bit more than that," Dr. Min let out a small humph. "I want you to know, my goal isn't to give you medication to solve your problems. They're coming from somewhere and we need to find out why and how you deal with them."

But I already knew why. I just didn't want to admit it. I didn't want to say it out loud. It would hurt too much. It would remind me of the place where my heart used to be. Sure, physically it was still there. No doubt about it, but it was taken away that night after my birthday.

 "It doesn't have to be today," Dr. Min assured. "But you need to know: Therapy will hurt your feelings. I can't sugar coat it. This can only work if you agree. I can't force you to get therapy."

I let out a long sigh. I wonder how long I could go without having to lie about the Cullen's.

 "Okay. I'll comply."

He wrote something down in his notebook.

"Let's start with your nightmares, shall we?"

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Mike Newton sighed. "Take the rest of the day off, Bella. Looks like it will be a slow day."

I looked up from my book from behind the counter.

"What?"Mike gestured to the store. The Newton's Sports Emporium normally had a lot of hikers coming through, especially during the spring. But with the downpour that was happening – a downpour that was a lot even for Forks – business was not going forward. There were two patrons, but Mike could handle it alone.